Though status, faith,
or class may seem
to set us far apart,
the common thread of error
marks us,
star by star.
Each falters in a fashion
uniquely their own.
And this shared imperfection?
It’s a truth
we’ve always known.

It is natural.
No one’s past
is a single color.
No one’s present
is one-dimensional.
And no one’s future
comes without a choice.

Meaning is learned.
Reality—chosen.
A path is formed
by the vibration
of consciousness,
its frequency.

The story unfolds
as one of witness—
probabilities realized.

The observer
is observed.
The observed
is the observer.